"Do you really hate him that much? To be honest, as a matter of fact, that person's malice didn't actually harm you substantially, your death was a foregone conclusion, even if I were to publicly disclose this matter, he would at most end up in a bit of an awkward situation. Do you really want me to desecrate your body, just to cause him a little trouble?"
Lyle couldn't understand why this corpse was so obsessed with the truth, as if something was urging him on. Compared to the truth, Lyle would rather preserve the integrity of the corpse for burial.
"I can't ascend to heaven, so the integrity of my body doesn't matter to me anymore, but Old Gael, Trifado and the lame Erie are still alive. Shouldn't I do something?"
"Who are they?"
"My friends, a bunch of good-for-nothing beggars. Old Gael has a bald parrot that only knows how to curse, Trifado is a kind old man who would share a few rotten fruits with me, Erie used to be a pickpocket, always boasting about his past glories…"
